dark shadows float in the night splashes of iridescent lights whipping limbs on trees bend no foliage to protect them looking out the window pane ghost like with drenching rain in the midst of lighting strikes I see a grinning jack-o'-lantern pulling on my hooded slicker tight I walk out to the pumpkin patch frailing scare crow in the corn stalks beacons me with arms come hither wind in the sodden stalks and rushes sound like slow dragging feet tree owl, keeps calling out to me gees, I'm glad it's Holloween tonight
Nice use of surroundings and personal perspective to arrive at the desired effect of the piece. [The "kicker" at the end, I thought, was especially well contrived.]
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2003
Good one, felt some chills and enjoyed this, Cheryl.
This is a fun one, Cheryl...but is it? What if it seems funny cause we really know such things are happening?...heheehehhe....I thoroughly enjoyed this bit of chilling fun you penned.
You won't get me out there on a dark, rainy night! I had to go for a blood test today, the Path Lab had a bat hanging over the chair I sat in!! It reminded me of Ed Kostro's poem with the picture of the blood bag and bat hanging on the same stand! Jackie <> <
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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